A/N: Date and fluff!! Comin' your way!

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"Ange, are you sure this is right?" Brennan asked worriedly.

"Yes sweetie, it's right. It's definitely right," Angela reassured.

*Plus, Booth's eyes will fall out of their sockets. I just wish I could be there.*

"Are you sure? I mean, if I knew, I would stop worrying."

Angela laughed.

"You know, your acting skills have definitely improved. I'm not telling you. He's being romantic. Let him be romantic. You're going to love it, I promise."

Brennan still looked apprehensive, so Angela just let it go.

*I don't think anything I say will get rid of her butterflies…*

"Ok, sweetie, I think you're ready to go. What time is he picking you up?"

"Seven."

"Ok, I guess I'd better go, it's a quarter 'til. You look great sweetie. Don't forget, lunch tomorrow, ok? Call me if you need to postpone 'til Monday, 'Kay sweetie?" Angela said with a wink.

"Bye Ange," Brennan said, rolling her eyes.

"'Kay sweetie. Have fun," Angela said, once again winking at her best friend. Angela let herself out, nearly crying with joy.

*FINALLY!!!! They are going on a date!!! It only took about a thousand hints and four years!!!!* Angela thought, walking to the elevator. She cocked her head to the side as she thought of something else.

*Wait… neither one of them has had a serious relationship for…over a year! Poor Booth…I know Brennan has guys she calls for "biological releases," but I'm pretty sure Booth doesn't…in fact, he might not have slept with anyone since Cam!!!*

Angela shook her head, chuckling a little. *There were so many signs…..*

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*Ok, everything will be fine…just breathe,* Brennan thought, trying to calm herself.

*Why am I nervous? I'm never nervous about a date, and it's BOOTH.*

There was a knock on the door, and Brennan jumped.

*What's that phrase…'Speak of the devil, and the devil shall appear?' I guess 'think' works too.*

She got up and answered the door, and then just stood there, jaw dropping.

*He looks…* She couldn't even form a coherent thought.

"Hey Bones. You ready?" He asked after he got over his own jaw dropping. She was wearing a red v-neck halter dress, fitted to her waist and flowing loosely down to her mid-calf. Her hair was down, wavy, and her makeup was down to perfection. (Angela is an artist, after all.) She was also wearing strappy red heels that wrapped around her foot and matched the dress perfectly and had about a two inch stiletto heel. Booth, on the other hand, was wearing a black button down shirt that was practically drool worthy, and jean.

*I really like that shirt…* Brennan thought, remembering another time when he had worn a similar shirt.

*Black button down works for him…* Brennan shook her head a little as though to clear her thoughts.

"Yeah, just let me grab my purse. Where are we going? Are you going to tell me yet?" she asked while grabbing her purse.

"Nope, you just have to wait until we get there," Booth said, knowing that not knowing was killing her.

"Fine. Then let's go!" Brennan said, pushing Booth out the door and turning around to lock it, knowing Booth would yell at her if she didn't. Booth laughed silently to himself as he escorted his date to his vehicle.

*My date…I like that…of course, she would kill me if I referred to her as "Mine."*

They got into the car, Booth driving, as usual. It wasn't a very long drive, but by the end of it Brennan had won two arguments and Booth was avoiding another discussion about religion. They arrived at their destination, and Brennan looked up, confusion written on her face as she saw where they were.

"Wong Foo's? Aren't we a little overdressed?"

"Not tonight Bones. Not tonight." Brennan let Booth help her out of the car, something that never would have happened otherwise. Upon entering the familiar restaurant, Brennan couldn't help but gasp at the transformation. The restaurant they had eaten at so many times was suddenly perfect for a romantic dinner. No one else was there, except the wait staff and Sid, and most of the lights were dimmed, only one slightly brighter than the others directly over a table for two that had a single rose lying across each plate. Booth, meanwhile, was observing Brennan's reaction. Judging by the awe, he had done his job right. Booth walked over to the table, and pulled out a chair for Brennan.

"Would you like to take a seat, Bones?" Brennan looked at Booth and smiled.

"Booth, this is wonderful," she said as she sat down.

"I'm glad you like it. You ready to eat?" Brennan nodded, and Sid brought out their food, knowing, once again, exactly what they wanted. Initially, neither Brennan nor Booth knew exactly how to act, but eventually they just acted like they normally did. They made their jokes, they even argued a little. It was just like their normal dinners, which, if either of them had realized it, was probably why everyone always thought they were a couple. They always looked like they were on a date. They finished their meals, both wondering what would happen next. They left the restaurant, and Booth drove back to Brennan's apartment. He walked her to her door, and they stood there for a minute, awkwardly silent.

"So…you want a beer?" Brennan asked, turning to unlock her apartment door.

"Sure."

They entered Brennan's apartment, Brennan dropping her purse and keys on the table before heading into the kitchen to grab a couple beers. Booth sat down on the couch, and thought about what would happen. Brennan brought the beers out to the living room, and set them on the coffee table, removing her shoes.

"You wouldn't believe how hard those are to walk in," Brennan said jokingly, sitting down and opening her beer. They sat awkwardly, again.

"Look, Booth, I-" Brennan was suddenly cut off, by Booth kissing her. He pulled back after a few seconds, checking her expression to see how she would react.

"I'm sorry, I've waited-" Now it was Booth's turn to be cut off by Brennan kissing him. They continued to make out on Brennan's couch, each kiss more passionate than the last. Eventually, though, they came up for air.

"Look, I should go," Booth said regretfully.

"You don't have to, you know."

"Yeah, I do."

"Ok," Brennan said as Booth got up to leave.

"Wait." Brennan got up and walked over to where Booth was standing, and gave him one last goodnight kiss. Which lasted a few more minutes before Booth pulled back again.

"I gotta go. I'll see you tomorrow." With that, Booth left Brennan's apartment and went home.